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'M.A.I.D, or Mechanized Artificial Intelligence Domestic'

Well that's what the advert said as it flashed across my screen, despite my ad blockers, but it was perfect for me. Instead of spending each night drinking and shouting at my neighbours, binge watching TV or trawling deviantart jerking off to captions, I would have my very own slutty robot maid, to look sexy in a revealing uniform, to do all my cooking and cleaning and be happy to suck me off whenever I wanted it. And at this price I'd be a fool to turn it down, but I wasn't paying for an extended warranty, after all... what could go wrong?

Everything! From the moment I unpackaged the robot it sparked into life, it came fully charged but had a handy USB slot for a quick topping up of the batteries, but instead of a curtsey and a meek demeanour it grabbed me and forced me over it's lap for a fierce spanking. Even the layers of silicone on this robot couldn't dampen the harsh slapping of a metallic mechanised palm over my soft rear end. It wasn't even wearing the maid uniform I asked for.

I didn't have time to register the robot online to get the support package so I could report a fault, I hadn't even had time to set the safewords, she just spanked me until I was sobbing like a little girl....I-I'd even wet myself due to the pain and shame. But the robot quickly had me in diapers and tied me up so it could start shaving my body and painting my face as I squirmed and begged the remorseless, pitiless machine.

In no time I was wearing these heels and this dress, with it's cold dead eyes the cyber bitch informed me that she was no maid but was the new Mistress of the house and I was to be it's sissy bitch. Always in cute dresses, always obedient, always ready for punishment as had been pre-ordered.

What? There had obviously been a mix up...I-I wanted a maid not to be a maid!

With clinical swiftness the robot locked this gag in place as I just stared up at her wondering just how the hell I was going to be able to get out of this. I needed to call the manufacturers but 'Mistress' would never allow me a moment's peace, for she would never eat, never sleep, just watch my every movement and dominate every second of my life and.... and.... wait, her skirt just lifted up.... i-is that a cock?! It must be about eight inches and.... oh no.

Description
'M.A.I.D, or Mechanized Artificial Intelligence Domestic'

Well that's what the advert said as it flashed across my screen, despite my ad blockers, but it was perfect for me. Instead of spending each night drinking and shouting at my neighbours, binge watching TV or trawling deviantart jerking off to captions, I would have my very own slutty robot maid, to look sexy in a revealing uniform, to do all my cooking and cleaning and be happy to suck me off whenever I wanted it. And at this price I'd be a fool to turn it down, but I wasn't paying for an extended warranty, after all... what could go wrong?

Everything! From the moment I unpackaged the robot it sparked into life, it came fully charged but had a handy USB slot for a quick topping up of the batteries, but instead of a curtsey and a meek demeanour it grabbed me and forced me over it's lap for a fierce spanking. Even the layers of silicone on this robot couldn't dampen the harsh slapping of a metallic mechanised palm over my soft rear end. It wasn't even wearing the maid uniform I asked for.

I didn't have time to register the robot online to get the support package so I could report a fault, I hadn't even had time to set the safewords, she just spanked me until I was sobbing like a little girl....I-I'd even wet myself due to the pain and shame. But the robot quickly had me in diapers and tied me up so it could start shaving my body and painting my face as I squirmed and begged the remorseless, pitiless machine.

In no time I was wearing these heels and this dress, with it's cold dead eyes the cyber bitch informed me that she was no maid but was the new Mistress of the house and I was to be it's sissy bitch. Always in cute dresses, always obedient, always ready for punishment as had been pre-ordered.

What? There had obviously been a mix up...I-I wanted a maid not to be a maid!

With clinical swiftness the robot locked this gag in place as I just stared up at her wondering just how the hell I was going to be able to get out of this. I needed to call the manufacturers but 'Mistress' would never allow me a moment's peace, for she would never eat, never sleep, just watch my every movement and dominate every second of my life and.... and.... wait, her skirt just lifted up.... i-is that a cock?! It must be about eight inches and.... oh no.